{"id":1450,"date":"2010-11-28T20:08:52","date_gmt":"2010-11-28T19:08:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1450"},"modified":"2010-11-28T20:08:52","modified_gmt":"2010-11-28T19:08:52","slug":"begaiements","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/11\/28\/begaiements\/","title":{"rendered":"B\u00e9gaiements"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Tu me moques de toi quand mes mots se m\u00e9langent<br \/>\nQue mes eaux s\u2019avalanchent aux revers des lois<br \/>\nSoliloque amoureux cousu de fil de soi<br \/>\nComme un coeur qui s\u2019\u00e9panche au gr\u00e9 des airs de l\u2019ange<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Tu te fais suspension quand j\u2019applique mes points<br \/>\nA ton verbe trop haut et tes mots doux trop bas<br \/>\nAu devant des nations que la trique d\u00e9\u00e7oit<br \/>\nUsin\u00e9e Seveso mais perdue dans sa foi<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Je l\u2019oublie perds les eaux enceint d\u2019un pr\u00eat z\u00e9ro<br \/>\nD\u2019int\u00e9r\u00eats avari\u00e9 et fichu de fardeaux<br \/>\nQue t\u2019aides \u00e0 charrier dans les rus du hasard<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Nos habits seront beaux et nos pulls bien trop grands<br \/>\nDe nos vies tricot\u00e9es \u00e0 l\u2019ombre des avants<br \/>\nM\u00eame si l\u2019insens\u00e9 rime \u00e0 notre grand soir<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tu me moques de toi quand mes mots se m\u00e9langent Que mes eaux s\u2019avalanchent aux revers des lois Soliloque amoureux cousu de fil de soi Comme un coeur qui s\u2019\u00e9panche au gr\u00e9 des airs de l\u2019ange Tu te fais suspension quand j\u2019applique mes points A ton verbe trop haut et tes mots doux trop bas [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"B\u00e9gaiements","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[22,4],"tags":[14,11,12],"class_list":["post-1450","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-brouillons","category-poesies","tag-alice-non-plus","tag-metres","tag-pseudo-sonnets"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-no","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1450","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1450"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1450\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1450"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1450"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1450"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}